A choir of helicopters
Hovering like insects on a corpse
Float like cinders as they go.
I arrived here at 18
With the fat of a golden age
And all the ignorance of youth.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.
I see the parachutes
They billow in the fallow fields
And swell like blisters in the air.
I am right here
I am waiting
I'm Hadrian as he built the wall.
I only wanted you to know.
You know it's a shame
That alone all that grows
Are fields of stone
And creeping weeds that parch the soil.
From the hospital bed
I'll write you letters with a false name.

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